I recall some years ago, I was returning to the home environs from the Huntsville, AL area. TN, KY, and AL, were all pretty lenient with speeders on the interstate. Not so much in Ohio. Crossed the river in Cincy on I-75. Wow, bumper to bumper at 35 to 40 mph was killing me. Traffic broke just at the I-275 interchange and I laid the pedal down. I was doing 85-90 (in a 55) when I crested a small hill and lo and behold, there was a shiny silver Crown Vic sitting in the median and a red dot flashed from the front seat.
I just signaled, slowed to proper speed, changed lanes until I could safely get off on the shoulder. I stopped with only two wheels on the pavement, lowered all the windows, turned on the dome light, shut off the motor. By the time the trooper got to the car, I had license, registration, proof of insurance and etc. in my hands which were on the steering wheel.
Her: Do you know why I stopped you?
Me: I was speeding.
Her: Do you know how fast you were going?
Me: No Ma'am, I was too busy watching traffic to pay attention to the speedometer. (Lying through my teeth)
Her: I had you at 87 in a 55, do you have a problem with that?
Me: No Ma'am, you're the one with the laser.
She took my stuff and went back to her car. Mrs. FBG is giving me hell cause a ticket like this will imperil my employment, cause of the CDL thing.
Trooper comes back to the window.
Her: Mr. FBG, I'm going to let you go with a ticket for 65 in a 55. Don't let me catch you speeding on my watch again. I'll throw the book at you.
Me: Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am. May I ask why you're cutting me slack?
Her: You didn't make me chase you, you didn't try to deny it, your preparation for me to approach you car was very helpful at putting me at ease. Have a nice night Mr. FBG.
Ticket only cost me $100. That should tell you how long ago it was.